I own no rights to the song, they belong to The Red Hot Chili Peppers.
….Someone who would sing to you at random moments….
Tara stirred, her eyes fluttering open quickly. The sight in front of her both annoyed and amused her. Jax stumbled around her bedroom, copious amounts of alcohol affecting his movement. Since when had jeans become so damn hard to take off? He sat on the floor, not being entirely sure how far the bed was from where he now sat, even though he had spent more nights in this room than his own in these last two years. He couldn't remember getting into her bedroom but it didn't matter now, he knew she was close.
'Ta…Tara?'' he drunkenly mumbled. He became confused and panicked when she didn't answer.
''Tara?.. Tara?!'' he said more loudly, trying to get to his feet in a desperate bid to find her.
She reached for the bedside lamp, switching it on. The action startled him and the blinding light sent him back to his knees. ''Jesus, are you… trying to blind me?'' he slurred.
''Are you trying to deafen me?'' She hastily replied, quickly assessing the state of his undress. His jeans were around his ankles, one sneaker was on the other side of the room and he had discarded his navy hoodie and t shirt on the floor next to him. It took a lot of alcohol for Jax to get into this state and it was then that Tara remembered that it had been three years since JT's passing. Jax had been at the clubhouse paying his respect by downing as much liquor as possible. Any anger she had at that moment melted away.
''I missed you'' A lazy smile came to his lips and with some effort he rose to his feet, disposing his jeans by throwing them across her room, and stumbled towards her bed. ''Anyway, I can be as loud as I want. Your dad is out…. I think''
Tara's relationship with Jax was a bone of contention between Tara and her father but it was nothing that wouldn't look better to Eddie Knowles after a few dozen whiskeys in one of the local bars.
Jax lay on top of her, pinning her tiny frame to the bed. He smiled into her neck. He began to sing.
''Twisting and turning, your feelings are burning…..''
Tara couldn't help but smile. It was their song. ''God Jax, you're so drunk''
Jax got to his knees, straddling a now giggling Tara.
''..You're breaking the girl, she meant you no harm, think you're so clever….he loves no one else''
Tara reached up to put her hand on his mouth, muffling his voice ''You're a horrible singer, Teller''
Jax nodded, his drunken stupor making his actions slow and sluggish. He took her hand from his mouth and reached down to grab her other hand that was by her side and brought them up above her head.
''That may be, babe. But my mouth is very good at other things''
And as his mouth made his way from her lips, to her neck and continued further down her body, to the place where his mouth could give her ultimate pleasure, Tara realised she couldn't agree more.